The Call

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime Reyes voice sounds over the comm-rings--all of them--and it sounds very urgent.

« Everyone on the ship, listen up! This is Jaime Reyes, your local 'Blowing this pop stand' coordinator and escape facilitation engineer. I need everyone on the ship to come to the City, in front of the Precinct, immediately. Grab people who don't have their comm rings with them--and tell them to grab their comm rings, people who are sleeping, whoever you find, and try to make sure everyone on the ship knows to come. This is very important. This is "getting the heck out of here" important. »

When they arrive, they arrive to find the Command Staff waiting, and a tiny, tiny young man standing on stone ledge from a fountain, waiting for them.

Here goes nothing.

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Re: Gathering

[projectra.livejournal.com]

Projectra raised her chin. "I only meant to explain the situation to you," she countered. "Though the social status of many aboard this ship may be low, I highly doubt that they're intellectually stumped. You, on the other hand, strike me as someone who might be somewhat...well, let's just leave that be. It doesn't matter if you do get worked up or not, as long as you understand the severity of the situation."

Re: Gathering

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"If I didn't understand it, I wouldn't be here volunteering." He replies coolly.

"I know I'm probably in a minority here in not minding this whole thing terribly. I didn't have a lot going for me back home, and in some ways this is a second chance for me, but damned if I'm going to waste my time and misdirect my energy by looking down on others."

You see what he did there?

Re: Gathering

[projectra.livejournal.com]

"We were forced onto the ship," Jeckie countered him. "Kidnapped. It isn't as though we have much of a choice." She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips. "I'm noble by birth, Owen. I'm royalty. A princess. The soon-to-be Majestrix of the survivors of Orando. What would you have me do? Abandon who I am?"

Re: Gathering

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Way I've always seen it? Being royalty means you're responsible for other people, not that you're better than them." As if mirroring her in opposite, Owen folded his arms.

Re: Gathering

[projectra.livejournal.com]

"Being responsible for them has nothing to do with being better or worse than them. I know my duties, and these people are under whatever protection I may offer them. Just because they are lower than me does not mean that I will feed them to the animals. Remember, there is no queendom without peasants to inhabit it."

Re: Gathering

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen grumbled mentally. This wasn't really how he preferred to interact with hot chicks.

"Look, we're clearly not going to find much common ground here, so..." He cleared his throat, and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Owen. I say stupid things sometimes, particularly when I'm currently a little off balanced by my ex-girlfriend being time-snatched and dating someone else when she should actually be about to be dating me."

Peace offerings can work sometimes, right?

Re: Gathering

[projectra.livejournal.com]

Projectra looked down at his hand incredulously. "I don't think so," she replied. "And I would strike the 'sometimes' from that sentence."

Re: Gathering

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen held it for a moment more, giving her the courtesy of a potential remorse period (pfft), before withdrawing his hand and shrugging. "Suit yourself. Best of luck to you."

He walked off, waving casually. "Give my best to Brainy if you see him. Think things are gonna start getting a little crazy soon."

Re: Gathering

[projectra.livejournal.com]

"I am not in the habit of relaying messages," Projectra replied. "Especially to him." She watched him go and furrowed her brow. "I will wish you good luck, though."